The Bloody Fangs is a ghost story from Japan. It’s about this boy who loves to draw, and would only draw cats. He left to a temple to join a priest. After the priest made him leave, the boy went over to an empty temple, and found walls that he could draw hundreds of cats on. But that night, he discovers the horrid creature that roams the temple.
The Story
Long ago, there was a boy in Japan who wished he were as strong as his brothers. They could work alongside their father planting rice. They could jump and run and climb trees.
The boy could not. He was small for his age, and he tired easily. But he had a lively mind and filled his lonely hours drawing.
The boy’s family was poor and had no money for paper and ink, so he used whatever he could find. he sharpened sticks and scratched pictures in the dirt. He gathered pieces of charcoal and drew upon smooth stones.
And what did he draw? Cats. Cats lashing their tails and cats washing their ears, cats stalking mice and cats leaping in the air.
His brothers wanted him to draw goblins with hideous eyes and great sharp fangs, but the boy never drew anything but cats.
The boy’s parents realized he wasn’t strong enough to become a farmer, so they decided he should become a priest. And why not? Even poor boys could hope to devote their lives to the service of Buddha.
One morning, the mother and father walked down to the village temple with their small son. They stood before the old priest. The waited until the chanting stopped. Then they knocked.
The priest came to the door and asked what he could do for them. They told him they wanted the boy to become his student. The old man smiled. He would enjoy teaching such a bright and eager boy, so he invited him to live at the temple.
The boy tried hard to think right and speak right and do right. He learned to recite important prayers, and he kept the temple free of dust--- but he couldn’t keep his mind on his studies.
He had to draw cats.
When the sun set and the crickets chirped in the grove around the temple, the boy would open the writing box, grind ink, mix it with water, and draw. he could hear the voice of the old priest reading scriptures on the other side of the temple, accompanied by the tinkling of bells. The boy knew he should be studying, but his hands could to be stilled. He drew cats everywhere, even on the walls and on the floor.
The priest was not pleased.
“You have an excellent mind,” he told the boy. “you could learn everything a priest needs to know. But I cannot keep you as my student. Your heart is in your drawing. You must become and artist.
“But take my advice,” the man said. “Avoid the large at night, and keep to the small.”
What did the priest mean? The boy was too upset to ask. Early the next morning he said good-bye and walked out the temple door.
He wanted to go home to his family, but what would his parents think? They expected him to follow the ways of the Buddha. How could he tell them he had failed?
So he wandered down the road to the next village where there was a larger temple and more priests. Perhaps they would welcome a young student.
When he reached the temple, he was aware of a strange silence. No insects buzzed in the nearby bamboo grove. No temple bells rang. And there was no musical droning of voices from within.
The boy knocked on the door, but no one answered. He knocked again and the door swung slowly inward, so he stepped inside. He was amazed to see that the temple was filled with cobwebs and dust. “The priests need my help,” he thought to himself. “I’ll wait until they come back.”
What he did not notice were the paw prints on the floor. Huge paw prints and the marks of sharp claws.
All he noticed were large white screens, set here and there in the temple. He hurried to the writing box. Never before had he seen such a magnificent places on which to draw cats.
Hours flew past while he was drawing. Hundreds of cats now decorated the temple. Cats with every marking imaginable, contented cats and snarling cats, huge cats and newborn kittens.
It began to grow dark, and still no priests returned. The boy decided to spend the night there, hoping the priests would come back in the morning. he peered around the deem temple. It was the largest place he had ever seen. Suddenly he felt his hair stand on end.
“Avoid the large, keep to the small.” That’s what the old priest had said. What idd the warning mean? The boy didn’t know, but he hurried about looking for a small place-and safety.
It was growing so dark he could hardly see, but finally he found a small cupboard. At first he thought he couldn’t squeeze in, but he wiggled through the opening, pulled his knees up to his chin, and just barely managed to pull the cupboard door shut.
There was a decorative grating in the cupboard door, a perfect peephole. He wanted to keep watch that night, but it was too dark. Besides, he was tired, and before he knew it, he fell asleep.
He had barely closed his eyes when something quietly pushed open the temple door and crept inside. Its claws clicked across the floor and its nose swung this was and that, sniffing, sniffing, sniffing. It smelled boy! And it wanted boy for dinner.
It began to scratch at the cupboard door, hooking its claws in the crating, trying to pull it free.
The boy woke up to the wildest, screechiest battle he had ever heard. The whole temple was awash with shrieks and howls, the gnashing of teeth, the slashing of claws.
The boy couldn’t see a thing through the grating on the cupboard door. So he squeezed his eyes shut and curled up even more tightly than before.
The terrible battle continued. Wetness splashed though the grating and onto his face. When the boy licked his lips, he though he tasted blood.
It was almost more than he could stand. He now realized that his parents would have welcomed him home. They never would have wished such a terrifying night on their small son.
Just when the thought the howling and shrieking would never end, it stopped, just like that. And an eerie silence fell over the temple.
The boy didn’t get another wink of sleep that entire night. When the sun finally rose, he peered through the grating in the cupboard door.
He could scarcely believe what he saw. There were great clumps of hair on the floor and blood was spattered against the far wall. It was bigger than a cow and had the most hideous face the boy had ever seen-the face of a goblin rat.
Now the boy understood why the priest had fled from the temple.
But what on earth could have torn the goblin rat apart? The boy pushed open the cupboard door and crawled out. He rubbed his aching arms and legs and looked around. Except for the gory mess, everything in the temple looked just as it had the evening before.
Or did it?
The boy looked at the cats he had painted on the great white screens, and he saw that every mouth of every cat was stained with blood-the blood of the goblin rat.
From Ask the bones, by Arielle North Olson and Howard Schwarts
What the 'ghost' is sorta like
I don't really know what the explanation for the cat pictures, but I'm taking a wild guess and say there the demonic ones. The whole point of demonic pictures are like demons that are stuck in the form of pictures. The demon, but in this case the cats, came out from the picture and had interacted with another thing there, and returned to their original position before anyone else could see. The demonic cat drawings that the boy drew ended up killing the goblin rat. They returned to where they were originally, but were not able to get rid of the blood on their mouths. That's my explanation for the blood on the cats, unless if the goblin rat exploded. XD
The Clover Train Wreck
About
The Clover Train is a train that used to run through Clover South Carolina until it crashed. But did the train ever leave?
Story
Clover South Carolina today is a small town, located next to Rock Hill, Gastonia, and Charlotte. But how did Clover get it’s name? And what happened to the train that should be nearby? Well, you are just about to find out.
It was rumored that the only plant that will ever grow in that town was clovers. People tried and tried and tried, but did not have any luck with the hard, sandy like soil. The town had a water tower, and it was next to the tracks that a train would pass by.
The train ran through the town, and right outside of South Carolina. You can still see the tracks right outside of the border today.
One day, somehow the trains got off the tracks. The train ran into the water tower, and the tower fell. The water flooded the town, and after they got everything cleaned up, the clovers that had been planted started to grow.
Hundreds of clovers grew. The town soon had richer soil than before, and there were clovers everywhere. There for, they named the town Clover. People started to plant different plants over the years though.
They shut down the train system in Clover. But for whatever reason, sometimes people would still hear the train pass today. The remains of the track are right outside the border of South Carolina.
Experiences
I had a couple of experiences with the train. Once, I was in class and taking a test. Everything was quiet, and we heard a train horn. Another time I was at home and we heard the train again.
What some people may think of it
There is this car, and some people think that the car might be the cause for the unexplained sound coming through Clover. Some people say that the car horn for the car sounds like a train horn.
The Bloody Fangs and The Clover Train Wreck
The Bloody Fangs
About
The Bloody Fangs is a ghost story from Japan. It’s about this boy who loves to draw, and would only draw cats. He left to a temple to join a priest. After the priest made him leave, the boy went over to an empty temple, and found walls that he could draw hundreds of cats on. But that night, he discovers the horrid creature that roams the temple.The Story
Long ago, there was a boy in Japan who wished he were as strong as his brothers. They could work alongside their father planting rice. They could jump and run and climb trees.The boy could not. He was small for his age, and he tired easily. But he had a lively mind and filled his lonely hours drawing.
The boy’s family was poor and had no money for paper and ink, so he used whatever he could find. he sharpened sticks and scratched pictures in the dirt. He gathered pieces of charcoal and drew upon smooth stones.
And what did he draw? Cats. Cats lashing their tails and cats washing their ears, cats stalking mice and cats leaping in the air.
His brothers wanted him to draw goblins with hideous eyes and great sharp fangs, but the boy never drew anything but cats.
The boy’s parents realized he wasn’t strong enough to become a farmer, so they decided he should become a priest. And why not? Even poor boys could hope to devote their lives to the service of Buddha.
One morning, the mother and father walked down to the village temple with their small son. They stood before the old priest. The waited until the chanting stopped. Then they knocked.
The priest came to the door and asked what he could do for them. They told him they wanted the boy to become his student. The old man smiled. He would enjoy teaching such a bright and eager boy, so he invited him to live at the temple.
The boy tried hard to think right and speak right and do right. He learned to recite important prayers, and he kept the temple free of dust--- but he couldn’t keep his mind on his studies.
He had to draw cats.
When the sun set and the crickets chirped in the grove around the temple, the boy would open the writing box, grind ink, mix it with water, and draw. he could hear the voice of the old priest reading scriptures on the other side of the temple, accompanied by the tinkling of bells. The boy knew he should be studying, but his hands could to be stilled. He drew cats everywhere, even on the walls and on the floor.
The priest was not pleased.
“You have an excellent mind,” he told the boy. “you could learn everything a priest needs to know. But I cannot keep you as my student. Your heart is in your drawing. You must become and artist.
“But take my advice,” the man said. “Avoid the large at night, and keep to the small.”
What did the priest mean? The boy was too upset to ask. Early the next morning he said good-bye and walked out the temple door.
He wanted to go home to his family, but what would his parents think? They expected him to follow the ways of the Buddha. How could he tell them he had failed?
So he wandered down the road to the next village where there was a larger temple and more priests. Perhaps they would welcome a young student.
When he reached the temple, he was aware of a strange silence. No insects buzzed in the nearby bamboo grove. No temple bells rang. And there was no musical droning of voices from within.
The boy knocked on the door, but no one answered. He knocked again and the door swung slowly inward, so he stepped inside. He was amazed to see that the temple was filled with cobwebs and dust. “The priests need my help,” he thought to himself. “I’ll wait until they come back.”
What he did not notice were the paw prints on the floor. Huge paw prints and the marks of sharp claws.
All he noticed were large white screens, set here and there in the temple. He hurried to the writing box. Never before had he seen such a magnificent places on which to draw cats.
Hours flew past while he was drawing. Hundreds of cats now decorated the temple. Cats with every marking imaginable, contented cats and snarling cats, huge cats and newborn kittens.
It began to grow dark, and still no priests returned. The boy decided to spend the night there, hoping the priests would come back in the morning. he peered around the deem temple. It was the largest place he had ever seen. Suddenly he felt his hair stand on end.
“Avoid the large, keep to the small.” That’s what the old priest had said. What idd the warning mean? The boy didn’t know, but he hurried about looking for a small place-and safety.
It was growing so dark he could hardly see, but finally he found a small cupboard. At first he thought he couldn’t squeeze in, but he wiggled through the opening, pulled his knees up to his chin, and just barely managed to pull the cupboard door shut.
There was a decorative grating in the cupboard door, a perfect peephole. He wanted to keep watch that night, but it was too dark. Besides, he was tired, and before he knew it, he fell asleep.
He had barely closed his eyes when something quietly pushed open the temple door and crept inside. Its claws clicked across the floor and its nose swung this was and that, sniffing, sniffing, sniffing. It smelled boy! And it wanted boy for dinner.
It began to scratch at the cupboard door, hooking its claws in the crating, trying to pull it free.
The boy woke up to the wildest, screechiest battle he had ever heard. The whole temple was awash with shrieks and howls, the gnashing of teeth, the slashing of claws.
The boy couldn’t see a thing through the grating on the cupboard door. So he squeezed his eyes shut and curled up even more tightly than before.
The terrible battle continued. Wetness splashed though the grating and onto his face. When the boy licked his lips, he though he tasted blood.
It was almost more than he could stand. He now realized that his parents would have welcomed him home. They never would have wished such a terrifying night on their small son.
Just when the thought the howling and shrieking would never end, it stopped, just like that. And an eerie silence fell over the temple.
The boy didn’t get another wink of sleep that entire night. When the sun finally rose, he peered through the grating in the cupboard door.
He could scarcely believe what he saw. There were great clumps of hair on the floor and blood was spattered against the far wall. It was bigger than a cow and had the most hideous face the boy had ever seen-the face of a goblin rat.
Now the boy understood why the priest had fled from the temple.
But what on earth could have torn the goblin rat apart? The boy pushed open the cupboard door and crawled out. He rubbed his aching arms and legs and looked around. Except for the gory mess, everything in the temple looked just as it had the evening before.
Or did it?
The boy looked at the cats he had painted on the great white screens, and he saw that every mouth of every cat was stained with blood-the blood of the goblin rat.
From Ask the bones, by Arielle North Olson and Howard Schwarts
What the 'ghost' is sorta like
I don't really know what the explanation for the cat pictures, but I'm taking a wild guess and say there the demonic ones. The whole point of demonic pictures are like demons that are stuck in the form of pictures. The demon, but in this case the cats, came out from the picture and had interacted with another thing there, and returned to their original position before anyone else could see. The demonic cat drawings that the boy drew ended up killing the goblin rat. They returned to where they were originally, but were not able to get rid of the blood on their mouths. That's my explanation for the blood on the cats, unless if the goblin rat exploded. XDThe Clover Train Wreck
About
The Clover Train is a train that used to run through Clover South Carolina until it crashed. But did the train ever leave?
Story
Clover South Carolina today is a small town, located next to Rock Hill, Gastonia, and Charlotte. But how did Clover get it’s name? And what happened to the train that should be nearby? Well, you are just about to find out.
It was rumored that the only plant that will ever grow in that town was clovers. People tried and tried and tried, but did not have any luck with the hard, sandy like soil. The town had a water tower, and it was next to the tracks that a train would pass by.
The train ran through the town, and right outside of South Carolina. You can still see the tracks right outside of the border today.
One day, somehow the trains got off the tracks. The train ran into the water tower, and the tower fell. The water flooded the town, and after they got everything cleaned up, the clovers that had been planted started to grow.
Hundreds of clovers grew. The town soon had richer soil than before, and there were clovers everywhere. There for, they named the town Clover. People started to plant different plants over the years though.
They shut down the train system in Clover. But for whatever reason, sometimes people would still hear the train pass today. The remains of the track are right outside the border of South Carolina.
Experiences
I had a couple of experiences with the train. Once, I was in class and taking a test. Everything was quiet, and we heard a train horn. Another time I was at home and we heard the train again.What some people may think of it
There is this car, and some people think that the car might be the cause for the unexplained sound coming through Clover. Some people say that the car horn for the car sounds like a train horn.